"Xiaoxiao!"
"Hmm!"
"Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao!"
"Hmm, hmm!"
"Bai Xiao!"
"Hmm!"
"Doctor Bai!"
"...…"
Bai Xiao didn't want to pay attention to An Zhiyuan anymore. This conversation had repeated countless times already.
It seemed like An Zhiyuan's intelligence had devolved into a child's game of question and answer.
Yet he found joy in it.
It was simply insulting to her intelligence.
"I'm thirsty!"
"Thirsty, wait, right, you're also hungry! I'll give you some water first, then get you something to eat." An Zhiyuan frantically rushed to the table, poured her a glass of warm water, and eagerly held it to her lips.
He meant to feed her.
Bai Xiao reached out, took it, but An Zhiyuan stubbornly refused to let go, "I'll feed you!"
She relented.
An Zhiyuan treated her like the apple of his eye, afraid she'd fall if held in his palm, melt if placed in his mouth.
One breath, and she coughed loudly, directly choking Bai Xiao.
"Bai Xiao, Bai Xiao!"
